The Most Flattering Words You Can Hear From A Woman

Some of you naive souls may be thinking, “Oh, I know the answer! Me! Me! Look over here!…. ‘I love you’. Did I win?”

No, you did not. You LOSE, madam. You get NOTHING. Good day to you.

The answer is this: “How can you be such a jerk and so lovable at the same time?”

Gentlemen, if you hear that from a woman, particularly a girlfriend or wife, you will know you have penetrated her heart and mind to the soft, chewy center of her hamster’s id, which is one id level deeper than her own human id. You cannot possibly hear anything more flattering from a woman unless it’s a breathless demand to scour her cervical wall with your proud protuberance.

“How is being called a jerk more flattering than just being called lovable?”

Oh, you silly, anatomically ambiguous acculturated automaton. Don’t you know how to read girlcode? It’s like hieroglyphics, except less understandable to the average man. When a girl calls you a jerk, you have enflamed her vagina. When a girl calls you lovable, you have palpitated her heart. When a girl calls you a jerk AND lovable, you have made a slave of her. Recline in the pillow-soft comfort of your testicular allure, because from that point forward you can do no wrong.

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My personal favorite compliment was when I dressed as the devil for a church halloween party. Some of the girls came up to me and told me that it suited me. Some while giggling, some while deathly serious but with that fearful look in their eyes.

And what is the best a girl can hear from a man? ‘How can you be such a bitch and so lovable at the same time?’

[heartiste: no. men are not attracted to bitches, despite butthurt feminist equivalency assertions to the contrary. the most flattering words a girl can hear from a man are “i can’t stop thinking about fucking you”. the most romantic words she can hear are “i thought about your smile today”.]

“You’re the good kind of psychopath,” she told me, and she named me “The asshole <3" in her phone. She told me, she didn't want to marry me, but she would find a rich guy and call me to fuck her pregnant. Of course she hates me now, but that was the first time I just got "it."

Once a girl told me she had seen me at a place where I had never been. I told her it wasn’t me, and she said it looked just like me. So I said “That must have been my *good* twin.” Her grin was lovely.

I’m now wondering about some comments I got from various girls. They all reduce to something like “what’s a hot guy like you want with a girl like me?” One time actually happened after I gave the girl a big o and while laying there in a puddle of her own ecstasy asked “why do you like me?”. I always laughed it off as insecurity but maybe the denizens here have other opinions.

This has never happened with a ONS but only while dating/relationships.

A 7 can have small flaws but with an overall pretty effect. An 8 is close to flawless (on anything significant) but not stunning. It’s the difference between pretty and very pretty.

Also this stuff is all about what guys say to each other, in real life or among the more honest and not keyboard jockeying pretending to be more alpha than they are commenter types. It’s not what they say to girls they work with or are friends with. They’ll generally up those ratings 1 point or so. Some guys more.

Shelle, if you like, post up some links to attractive girls pics on the internet. Movie actresses are easy, but anyone. I’ll rate them for you. Other guys will probably chime in too. There’s a tendency to rank too low on forums like this though. It’s called keyboard jockeying. I don’t do that. I rank as I do in real life.

Also among not significantly overweight white girls between 18 and 29, I think the distribution for white male evaluators should be and naturally is distributed along a somewhat flattened bell cure like so:

This is good, except 10s are even rarer than one in a thousand. Women like supermodels and movie actresses are more like 1 in a hundred thousand. In other words, there are only a couple of hundred of them in the entire country. Extreme, almost goddess-like beauty is very, very rare.

The “…and so lovable at the same time” clause is superfluous. As if a woman has to consciously acknowledge, much less articulate, her attraction to act on it.

Ninety percent of what a woman says is discountable by definition. You’re assuming some connection between the truth of the situation and her assessment of the situation, and still worse, an ability to successfully/honestly articulate that assessment. What is “lovable” per se, how has she scrambled the definition up in her head, and how reliable is her testimony anyway? It may just be a brain queef talking for her. It may be the champagne.

The most flattering words you can hear from a woman is, “I want to have your children.” Maybe that’s not what you want to hear, but she is putting her moneymaker where her mouth is, offering her primary function in life to your exclusive prerogative, unable to restrain her impulse despite its ill-effects on the hook-up.

In a hook-up culture, an argument could be made for, “Do whatever you want to me.”

I love it in your room at night
You’re the only one who gets through to me
In the warm glow of the candlelight
Oh, I wonder what you’re gonna do to me

In your room
I come alive when I’m with you
I’ll do anything you want me toIn your room

What both phrases have in common is she is backing up her momentary sentiment with permission for action and its far-reaching consequences. “I write a woman’s oath on water.” Words are cheap, female words are free. Actions count.

The loveable-jerk dynamic is entirely too ordinary to be called the “most” anything. It’s an important but minimal sign of manliness. It’s threshold.

Darn tooting when you say the greatest compliment a woman can give a man is saying “I want to have your children.”

If you’re in that mental space with her, the mutual fantasy of making a baby when you penetrate and inseminate her can be some of the most fun you can have with a woman. It can be very satisfying if birth control is working – although I’ve busted through that in spite of the IUD.

Actually MAKING a baby can be anticlimatic though but I remember at least two of those events.

Great advice and worthwhile words. Read ‘jerk’ in this sentence as a man who stands his ground and does not fall prey to shit-tests.

Men, generally, are sincere when they drop the L-word. Otherwise it goes unsaid. On the other hand, women, generally, drop it to get an emotional response and/or reassurance. Try not to trip over your dick when you hear it. A number of women have confided to me that they have ‘separate’ “I love you’s” and the line does not always mean “I am IN love with you.”

I banged a German 7-8 for a while who used to call me her “charming bastard”. Is that close enough? She was a great girl and a very athletic and satisfying lay but the crazy, even by German standards, came out when I dumped her. She was one of these chicks who assumed “happily ever after” in proportion to the craziness of the sex. Noone had told her that it doesn’t work like that.

In my experience the women most in love with me called me “the nicest person they have ever met”. In two of these instances the girls knew I was cheating. Nor was I kind but rather argumentative and constantly teasing.

On the converse, 5 years on I still get called an “asshole” by a girl who I put on a pedestal, was faithful to and bent over backwards for. At least I’m sure that’s how she would describe me if she bothered to think about me.

So let it be known, if you ask a girl why she likes you and the answer is, “because you’re the nicest person I’ve ever met.” You’ve hit the jackpot.

I recently had a solid 8 tell me on our first date, “You are so comfortable in your masculinity.” She invited me back to her apartment and I was so depressed (family loss) I screwed it up on her couch. (Did not make a move for too long.) She told me before I left that she wanted to do something that weekend but did not respond to my call the next day.

It actually can help if you are so depressed you don’t care about anything.

A girl I gamed and number closed flaked on me 1 hour before our first meet up. The next time I saw her I was with another girl and blanked her. She texted me: “You are so rude, you left without saying goodbye”

“You’re scary and a little evil. So I know that when I’m with you, I’m safe.”

and the other one that sticks in my mind

“Sometimes you have my heart beating so hard I think my chest will explode.” I told her something like I was glad that it didn’t since she had such a lovely body, and I’d hate to ever leave more than a hand-print on her butt.

The guy is “tall, strong” has “a hypnotic voice” and is “absolutely beautiful.” He’s also a convicted armed bank robber and gambling addict, which he reveals on the first date. So, of course their second date included banging in her car, open moon-roof, in the parking lot at the beach.

No one could have possibly foreseen that this relationship would end badly…

The girl I’ve been seeing recently, whom I would consider a solid 8.5-9, keeps telling me: “I have no idea why I like you so much” with an almost angry tone. I consider that an equally substantial win.

Ah yes, the good old days. One of my college fraternity brothers still enjoys telling stories 30+ years later about all my girlfriends who would go cry on his shoulder “why is Sgt. Joe such as asshole?” He’d say, “well then, why don’t you break up with him?” The invariable response was “I can’t! I’m in love with him!”

Funny thing is, I didn’t think of myself as a practitioner of game back then, I was just doing what came naturally.

About 30 years ago, I was in bed with this girl I was fucking at the time. She recounted how much of an asshole she thought I was when we first met. I asked her (paraphrasing) “Then why are you in bed fucking me now?”. She immediately replied (verbatim):” I didn’t say you weren’t attractive!” Bingo- a light went on in my head.

What I love most about this blog is how it reinforces and explains things I had to learn on my own, the hard way, through years of interactions and trying to puzzle things out. But that moment when she said that was a watershed for me….

Oh- the best thing to hear from a woman is “Your cock is so much bigger than my husband’s!” (or boyfriend’s- whatever. Both work for me!)

I have been offered fatherhood a few times- once by a woman whose husband had a low sperm count, and she wanted me to give her her “miracle baby”. I didn’t do it, but it was a HUGE ego boost. I sort of wish I had, sometimes, because it looks like I will never have kids. I have a friend who donated to sperm banks all the time as a young man because, as he put it ” I like the idea of other men raising my kids!” We discussed getting the names of the women he inseminated ( it was live sperm, insemination- jerk-off in one room, the women gets turkey basted in another, so all that was necessary was running car tags via hacking the P.D.’s computer- trivial.), but he decided he liked the anonymity, although, as he put it, he “fully-expected” to have kids showing up on his doorstep in his later years. He’s on wife number three right now, and she’s 25 years younger than him- he was only her second cock. Life can be sweet if you don’t give a shit about what other people want or need!

I hope to bear a man’s children fairly soon, if all goes well. And if it turns him on to have me do it for him, that is great. But I would want him to be my husband. I feel really sorry for men who are deceived. Those poor guys, with the other guy secretly enjoying them raising his kids.

I would feel sorry for them, yes. In this case she wanted pregnancy, and they decided to adopt. She told me bluntly that I looked enough like him, had musical talent (she was a concert pianist and piano teacher) and she liked that i was highly intelligent. I said to her that if we did it, I would have to father ALL her kids- her response was that no-one could ever find out. I didn’t do it, and she went ahead and adopted two kids (Romanian, I believe) and then her and her hubby divorced. So her husband is now paying her to raise two kids who aren’t even hers OR his! I’ll look her up eventually to add another notch to my bedpost.

I really do have ethical issues with what I know works and what I feel is the proper way for a civilized man to behave. I was offered pussy-on-a-platter by a woman whose husband was in Afghanistan. I just couldn’t do that to an American fighting man. They are now divorced, and I am planning a trip to her city at some point- she has indicated she’s still interested. But yes, I like that I had nothing to do with their divorce (kids involved).

I have a good friend I refer to as my “evil twin”. He truly has no remorse or feelings, and it bothers me that I like him. It’s like looking at an evil version of yourself- like the old Star Trek episode where the transporter splits Kirk into two people. I feel that being raised to be a decent human being is the most debilitating thing that can happen to a man in our society- at least as far as success with women is concerned.Success with women is a skill that has no relationship with success in other endeavors in life. I’ve known billionaires with ZERO game. And I have known many wealthy men, whose money warps them totally. Whether they were always warped and had to hide it when they had no money, or whether the money makes them warped I’m not sure. But there truly is a “money disease”, and it does lead to a lot of unhappiness. Many of these guys simply refuse to accept that there could be anything wrong with their approach to getting laid- it’s really sad. Most guys think that having money will help them with women- it certainly can. But I’ve seen millionaires’ wives fuck cooks and bartenders with game, who secretly despise their husbands.I know women who are raising children their husbands think are theirs, when they’re not. I keep my mouth shut about this, but it’s an eye-opener when you find out that this stuff happens all the time. Sorry for the rambling nature of this post- long day.

Yes. I remember my aha moment clearly and it was waaay before I found out about game. HB8.5 I had met a couple days earlier is straddling me on her bed and telling me I really shouldn’t be so arrogant all the time and how it’s such a turn-off, while *simultaneously* taking off her shirt and bra. I kid you not. It was one of the greatest moments of my young life.

Depends of the girl and the guy doing the rating. Some girls can be HB’s into their mid and even late 30’s. Sophia Loren was considered by many to be a hot babe into her 50’s, and certainly into her mid and even late 40s, but she was exceptional.

They rarely punish accusers. Think about the Duke case. And, she can always blame her youth, etc. Shame he wasn’t white. Then she could claim racism as an aggravating circumstance, and we could have had some nice racial demonstrations. Hell, if she were white, he would have claimed racism as his defense.

Of course, no mention of why the girl claimed rape. It sounds like they had sex.

So, this pair of youthful lovebirds has likely cost the state about 2 million dollars so far. I wonder why taxes are high in CA?

And, his lawyer may have given him good advice. He only got five years. He might have gotten a lot more if he had plead innocent. That a nice feature of our legal system.

BTW, I notice that Banks is a LOT bigger than his “father” in that photo, and the same shade as his father, whereas his mother is lighter skinned. You don’t think . . . ? (Of course you think that. You read this blog.)

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